I felt my mother’s presence at her funeral when my daughter sang. Hard to describe, but it was something like cool brisk morning air in the mountains.
I told her that Mom approved.
“I felt my mother’s presence at her funeral”
We were hoping that Mom was hovering at her funeral. Not sad at all. Tons of laughter. We put the “fun” in FUNeral.
Afterward, the meal morphed into an impromptu Trump rally, and she would’ve loved that, too. I hope she was watching.